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The bell rang and we were dismissed from class. I quickly gathered my books and ran to catch up with Jonathon. If only I could make him understand the way I felt about him. He never noticed the way I looked at him, they way I always laughed at his jokes. I needed him, he was my best friend and so much more.
» Posted By Becca On 03.09.2012 @ 5:22 pm
I could never tell
Exactly what it was
about sunday brunch
that made me want to go back
each and every week.
Maybe it was the sandwhiches
that were always exactly the same.
or maybe it was the iced tea.
Always over sweetened with sugar.
And then finally I realized
That the reason I came back
each and every weekend,
was in hope of catching
a glimpse of your wonderful smile.
Dressed in your Sunday’s best.
While you sat across the way.
Your eyes kaleidoscopes,
filling this average Sunday Brunch
» Posted By Becca On 03.08.2012 @ 11:05 pm
Brunch is perfect. There’s no need to wake up early and you can still eat breakfast food. So when I wanted to talk to him again I suggested brunch. It had been so long since we talked that I had forgotten most everything about him. I missed him so much it hurt. So I just about started bawling after that first half hour he was late. An hour late was when I realized he wasn’t comming.
» Posted By Becca On 03.08.2012 @ 8:01 pm
The teacher walked to the front of the class ready to demonstrait how to classicly condition someone. He had a water bottle and the volume turned up on his computer. The plan was that every time he got an email from the students he told to email him he would spray the girl in the first seat. Her name is Becca. The class started and right away the teacher got an email. This is how the rest of the class went on. She became utterly confused as to why this was happening but just learned not to fight it. She exhibited learned helplessness.
» Posted By Becca On 03.07.2012 @ 6:50 pm
I could have done it myself.
I would’ve figured it out sooner or later.
I was a rather smart girl,
Definitely capable or a simple task.
But there was just something about the way you looked,
maybe it was your deep blue eyes,
when you asked me if I wanted you to show me how.
Made me need your demonstation.
» Posted By Becca On 03.07.2012 @ 5:01 pm
To demonstrate you tell, you demonstrate an opinion with a pic. It’s how you tell with speaking or pictures/ visual aid. Also, most kids get nervous when that have to do so in class
» Posted By Becca On 03.07.2012 @ 4:28 pm
A structure in which bees are kept, typically in the form of a dome or box.
Something having the domed shape of a traditional wicker beehive: “beehive ovens”. MYSTICAL LIKE HARRY POTTER. DANGEROUS LIKE VOLDEMORT.
» Posted By becca On 01.25.2012 @ 1:49 pm
A bee hive is filled with colour full bees that live a secret imaginary life inside of the hive. Hive? Yes, hive. Bee Hive. Bees are colour full having yellow and black stripes. Stripes? Yes stripes. Bees have stripes and they live in a hive. Hive? Yes, hive. Bee Hive. Bees are colour full having yellow and black stripes. Stripes? yes stripes. Bees have stripes and they live in a hive. Hive? Yes, hive. Bee Hive. Bees are colour full having yellow and black stripes. Stripes? yes stripes. Bees have stripes and they live in a hive. Hive? Yes, hive. Bee Hive. Bees are colour full having yellow and black stripes. Stripes? yes stripes. Bees
» Posted By becca On 01.25.2012 @ 1:47 pm
You cross them over water and a land bridge is how the first people of America got here, according to scientist :) I like Bridges.
» Posted By Becca On 12.31.2011 @ 7:58 am
Spikey palnt that should never be sat on, even in the nude. Oh and it has water in it and is commonly found in the desert. My sister had one and it poked me. Several times. They have flowers too sometimes and animals can carve holes and live in them. Only some animals. not humans.
» Posted By Becca On 12.30.2011 @ 6:03 am
October in the chair, sharing with everyone his bittersweet stories.
I so miss october, that is where autumn really is. November is far too cold.
» Posted By Becca On 11.08.2011 @ 10:18 am
it’s my favorite season. spring is to much of a cliche. there is something delicious about it where we can hear crunchiness and taste it and smell it, hold the orange-ness and yellow-ness in our hands and against a dark blue sky.
» Posted By becca On 11.08.2011 @ 5:24 am
Combine any two things and what will you get? Nothing more than what you had to begin with. This is the case in anything, except for love. As cliche as that may sound, the combination of two souls, two personalities, two hearts…that amounts to so much more than just two individuals. People are their best when they are paired with their soulmate.
» Posted By Becca On 11.03.2011 @ 11:46 pm
I guess I wrote about this already.
Today was a combination of…well, I don’t know. today sucked and did not combine any feelings together. I am kind of just bleh. BLEH I SAY, BLEH! I need sleep.
» Posted By Becca On 11.03.2011 @ 8:02 pm
platter. I really enjoy chinese food. It’d be nice if I could type. Josiah Hates chinese food. he is so plain. UGH. I am mad at him right now. WHY AM I SO MAD AT HIM. I am not mad, just frustrated. He is being a dick. WHY? *sigh*
» Posted By Becca On 11.03.2011 @ 7:57 pm
She looks to the left, and her heart stops. Jason looked up at her as the train hurtled her way. Amy wanted it this way, she wanted the train to hit her. She wanted her heart to stop and her body to break, but Jason wouldn’t have it. He leaped for her and pushed her out of harms way. Hearing a crunch, a scream, but not feeling any pain, Amy knew something must have happened to Jason. Dreading what she knew must have happened, she looked down at the tracks and saw Jason there, dying. He looked up at her with love in his eyes, and said
“I will always watch over you, please be safe, for me.” and he breathed his last.
» Posted By Becca On 10.29.2011 @ 6:24 pm
when you are just sitting or standing with out doing nothing. when the house has no sound and no one is moving like the house has no one in it…
» Posted By becca On 10.27.2011 @ 1:39 pm
What would my life be like without art? Dismal. Boring. Colourless. Art is a part of me, a flame that cannot be extinguished. Art is the flow of the words from my head through my fingers, it is the stokes of my pencil across the page. Art is in the songs I write, the words and music seem to form without any conscious effort. Graffiti, the coulours and designs, the expression, the ventures in the middle of the night are so invigorating. Art is who I am.
» Posted By Becca On 10.26.2011 @ 7:05 pm
Art. Such a simple phrase. We see it, we create it, we admire it. Some people actually appreciate art, myself included. Art is in everything and a part of everyone. It is the center of the life that we live, art is in the shade of grass with fresh dew in the morning, in the shapes of the clouds at midday, the sound of a new guitar. The earth without art is just eh.
» Posted By Becca On 10.26.2011 @ 6:57 pm
i followed the shepherd for 3 days, if he noticed he didn’t show it, we slept together under the silent stars, i absorbed the calmness of each moment, shadowing his life.
» Posted By becca On 10.26.2011 @ 12:25 am
Who are you? Do you think you are one of those “cool kids” who hooks up with every person you can find and gets drunk on the weekends? One of the jocks who is good at everything? Are you the quiet kid in the back of the classroom, too afraid to admit that your dad beats you and your mother is on the verge of dying? Are you the one leading others astray like a blind shepherd, unknowingly close to your downfall? Are you the perfect one who has it all together on the outside, but is struggling with an addiction?
Or are you so lost with trying to be somebody else that you don’t even know who you are anymore?
» Posted By Becca On 10.25.2011 @ 8:19 pm
He sighs. 99 sheep. Where is the one that was lost? Leaving the 99 that he had, the shepherd goes to look for the small insignificant sheep that had wandered off. Although he could lose more sheep, he is only concerned with bringing back the one he lost. Only when he finds it will he be happy and return to the faithful sheep. That one lost sheep is me.
» Posted By Becca On 10.25.2011 @ 8:12 pm
i wake up every day and i am on automatic, that thing that pushes me forward, stumbling down the hill to work, in a daze, the crust of my eyes falling into my mouth as i walk.
» Posted By becca On 10.26.2011 @ 12:24 am
there was a boy called rufus who had an awakening once, he took so much 2cb that he thought he was in the houses of parliment, he was speaking to the importants and they were literally drinking every word he was saying.
» Posted By becca On 10.24.2011 @ 9:41 am
Radical is a great word. I think it means awesome, cool, or “far-out”. One time I was called weird, and I think that word is slightly synonomous with raidcal. In which case, radical is a very cool word. because being weird is very good.
» Posted By Becca On 10.21.2011 @ 9:24 pm
I love Nathan Fillion.
» Posted By Becca On 10.19.2011 @ 12:36 pm
No matter what words clawed their way out of my mouth, the feeling wasn’t mutual. I didn’t indeed hate him, in fact I craved him. I needed him as much as I required the air around me and my morning coffee. However, similar to an addict breaking off his drug addiction in order to survive, so must I. Settling for one last fix before I entered my own personal rehab, I kissed him firmly and strolled out of the house.
» Posted By Becca On 10.18.2011 @ 7:39 pm
um boy scouts i suppose. they’re cute, right? can’t say I’ve ever known one or been one, especially considering I’m a girl… I’m not sure…. oh! scout is also Atticus’ daughter in To Kill A Mockingbird. I love that book. I think maybe i’ll name my daughter Scout if I have one one day. apparently i get more time because i forgot to put my name in, so I guess I’ll keep writing. But yes, Scout is a great character in that book and she has a great nickname. My dad sometimes looks like the movie version of Atticus Finch. Well, i think time is up now.
» Posted By Becca On 10.14.2011 @ 6:40 pm
spring is very nice. it’s very warm and the deer and butterflies can come out to play. the trees are happy and the sun is happy and the grass is NOT HAPPY BECAUSE IT GETS CUT AND INFESTED WITH WEEDS, but the flowers are happy and the bees are happy. the pool is warm one minute and freezing the next minute. but overall, spring is pretty nice. and warm. and sunny.
» Posted By Becca On 10.12.2011 @ 4:06 pm
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The stacks of books took up the entire room. It was unbelievable how many there were. I felt like I was going deep sea diving in someone elses’ memories.
» Posted By Becca On 10.11.2011 @ 12:12 am